Celine Jogo

An Ode to the One Percent

The one percent is packed with pretty philanthropists with pleasant personalities,

So elegant and sophisticated in their self-sacrificial services.

To be more specific, we have

Suspicious politicians.

High-salary CEOs spending on promising startups.

Celebrities posting links to charity without paying a cent.

And everyone else, the ninety-nine percent.

The ninety nine percent is crammed with bird eggs in a snake nest

Constant infighting keeps us at unrest

Scaled cage turns gladiator colosseum

victims enter combat where snakes can see them.

Trapped making minimum wage until hair grays,

Until the ocean has dried

And only snakes are left alive.

Yet I publicly critique the upper class from the comfort of a private classroom.

The one percent have their crudeness covered when cameras are clicking,

Such self-serving serpents living lavish, yet for them compassion is still too costly

Those who slither on the surface of a sea of suffering and don’t even cringe

Though I stare at the wealthy through a green lens,

We must eat the rich as we would eat cake,

Because to climb the social ladder, I must kick others off it.